Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.
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Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.
HARUKI MURAKAMIListen up – there’s no war that will end all wars.
HARUKI MURAKAMIA fortunate author can write maybe twelve novels in his lifetime.
HARUKI MURAKAMIWhenever I look at the ocean, I always want to talk to people, but when I’m talking to people, I always want to look at the ocean.
HARUKI MURAKAMIBut I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.
HARUKI MURAKAMIRemove everything pointless from an imperfect life and it’d lose even its imperfection.
HARUKI MURAKAMIIf you want to talk about something new, you have to make up a new kind of language.
HARUKI MURAKAMII have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
HARUKI MURAKAMIAnyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.
HARUKI MURAKAMIUnfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.
HARUKI MURAKAMII don’t think of myself as an artist. I’m just a guy who can write.
HARUKI MURAKAMII don’t want to express my opinion about actual politics, because if I do, I have to be responsible for my decision.
HARUKI MURAKAMILost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back.
HARUKI MURAKAMILife is not like water. Things in life don’t necessarily flow over the shortest possible route.
HARUKI MURAKAMII dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.
HARUKI MURAKAMII was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it – to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.
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